- #1
BLUE_CHIP
Total denial of the truth, disillusionment with people. Your whole existence in a minute of music. Angst, delinquent, teenager, pathetic. Wannabe, I'm a wannabe. I want to be just like Brian Molko. I don't want am A-level in furthur mathematics, University or anything. Why would I need it? I'm going to be dead by 25. I Hate everything and Love it, Its like its happening already, It drives me over. I console in Music AFI, Allister, Apex Theory, Audioslave, Bad Religion, Boxcar Racer, Chemical Brothers, Cypress Hill, Deftones, Eels, Feeder, Finch, Foo Fighters, Fun Lovin' Criminals, Goldfinger, Greenday, Hundred Reasons, Idlewild, Incubus, Infected Mushroom, Jamiroquai, Jimmi Hendrix, Jimmy Eat World, Lagwagon, Less than Jake, Long Beach Dub All Stars, Lost Prophets, Mest, Muse, Nine Inch Nails, No Use For a Name, NOFX, Our Lady Peace, Placebo, Prodigy, Queens of the Stone Age, Radiohead, Rage Against the Machine, Rancid, Reel Big Fish, Snuff, Space, Spooks, Spunge, Sublime, Suburban Legends, Sum41, System of a Down, Terranova, The Ataris, The Clash, The Cooper Temple Clause, The Distillers, The Mad Capsule Markets, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, The Offspring, The Pixies, The Specials, The Streets, The Verve, Yellowcard. It let's me fold away into myself, and not think about anything.
Trapped In society, in a place I don't belong. Surrounded by strangers on all sides, the false smile the ever sinking consciousness. Its a dull throbbing in my head the realisation, this isn't all i have ever known. consciousness is sustained by a few people, people who understand, people who i think are like me. Love doesn't work like this, I try and I tell myself that i do love but I know its nothing. A mere fantasy.
The Thoughts of a Teenager, trapped.
(Tetrahydro-6,6,9-trimethyl-3-pentyl-6H-dibenzo[b,d]pyran-1-ol)
Trapped In society, in a place I don't belong. Surrounded by strangers on all sides, the false smile the ever sinking consciousness. Its a dull throbbing in my head the realisation, this isn't all i have ever known. consciousness is sustained by a few people, people who understand, people who i think are like me. Love doesn't work like this, I try and I tell myself that i do love but I know its nothing. A mere fantasy.
The Thoughts of a Teenager, trapped.
(Tetrahydro-6,6,9-trimethyl-3-pentyl-6H-dibenzo[b,d]pyran-1-ol)